I did a load of laundry this morning, rejoicing in the pleasure of having such a machine. Helen, my house help, does my laundry in Uganda, so I’m equally spoiled, but not having to hand-wash clothes is a joy I shall never take for granted.
As I was applying OxyClean stain stick to the bottom of my alb (which never seems to be free from African dust), I remembered that Helen remarked that my clothes seem so much cleaner when I return from the US where I have used that wonderful washing machine.
As further proof that I’ve gone native, apparently, I was sufficiently enamored with the washing machine that I forgot add detergent. I remembered just as the spin cycle began. True story. So now my clothes are extra clean.
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